#anyway ill be bouncing between that and doing things here !!

[tojisun]

this still makes me ill. i am compounded by the desire—

the idea of john price, because it always comes back to him, who is so exhausted but a good partner anyway. who will see you truly bounce off the walls, energy buzzing under your skin, leaving you listless, and ask if there’s anything he can do.

you tell him you don’t know what you want, let alone what you need. it’s like a chill is enveloping you, and you just.

you just want the thoughts to go away. for the energy to die down. to feel like liquid. like molten.

john grunts, and next thing you know, he is holding you by the back of your neck, pushing you face-down the bed, his other hand tugging down at your pants. you don’t protest, you go with a chirp, but john doesn’t—

he doesn’t fuck you.

the smacks resound loud, hard, stinging and surprising, and you cry out because—

“no!” you protest, squirming away, but john’s hold is firm. unshakeable. you are at his mercy, feeling everything getting squeezed out of you one slap at a time.

your skin is throbbing when you finally get pulled from the haze, snot and drool mussing up your face. he is crooning something, like soft apologies and quiet praises, and you twitch at the attention. at your mind splintering back to focus.

it wasn’t—

it wasn’t enough.

a sob wretches itself out of your throat, feeling your mind pulsing again, the doubts and the festering thoughts returning, and john is—

john is here. he is warm as he covers your trembling body with his bulk.

“i’ve got you,” he says, his voice thick with his own exhaustion. and you want to apologize, to tell him that he doesn’t have to, but john kisses the underside of your jaw, peppering and soft, and the drag of his scruff makes you giggle even just for a bit.

his hand dips between your legs and swipes at your cunt. you mewl — you didn’t even realize how wet you’ve become. john hums like he’s expected it anyway, and it fills you up with warmth because john just has a way of showing that he knows your body so well. that he knows that you come away weak to the knees and core throbbing with every of his winding touch.

you push back on him, wanting more. he grunts, and pulls away.

“no–”

“need t’get my dick out, baby,” he teases, chuckling. “see?” he presses himself onto your back again. “i’m right here.”

you can’t even speak, your voice coming off too sticky for words to take shape so you try a nod because you’re good for him, you want him to know, and john kisses you again like a reward. like he knows.

god, he knows you so well.

the press of his cock is heavy. it is filling. and, finally, your body uncoils.

[bowditch]

every time i see a post talking about how alfred pennyworth failed bruce for not getting him into therapy as a kid i want to scream.

it did not exist. the idea that children could have PTSD was just starting to be discussed in the late 80s/early 90s at the FRINGE of child psychology, and then trauma therapy even for adults spent an unhelpful 2ish decades dominated by forced-conversation talk therapy. that's a thing that is detrimental to trauma recovery, because if someone doesn't feel safe or in control of the dialogue about their trauma and is repeatedly asked to describe their trauma when they're uneasy, it COMPOUNDS TRAUMA AND FEELINGS OF DANGER.

when bruce was a kid, even the best psychs available would have had training that taught them kids bounce back, that kids don't respond to or handle trauma the way adults do, and that any behaviors post-trauma were almost certainly unrelated mental illness.

i see this esp in fandom circles but a gentle reminder that therapy even when it's good doesn't fix everything. even if bruce had HAD access to good childhood PTSD therapy, he would still have grief, he would still potentially be socially awkward or withdrawn, he might have still decided to be Batman because it's a comic book where being a vigilante isn't as wild as it is irl.

therapy requires honesty, readiness, safety, sound application of theory, an accurate picture of life outside the therapy room (self-reporting is often flawed!), consistency, and more! it can help but it doesn't erase trauma or grief. it's dismissive of the history of trauma therapy to say an adult "should have" had a kid in a therapy approach that didn't exist, and it's dismissive of the actual work of therapy to act like therapy would have made everything ideal. bruce isn't going to be a normal, well-adjusted adult because his parents were murdered in front of him. he could be happy! he could have coping skills! but honestly it would be weirder if he didn't wrestle with residual trauma and grief throughout his life.

and maybe this is just because i love Batman, and love specifically Batman as a symbol/figure of hope and sacrifice and the belief that every life matters, but I don't think the worst ending here is Bruce deciding to give up a lot of his time, energy, and health to work in Gotham AND then choose to parent a traumatized child and actively meet his needs. like you think the alternative is that Alfred is a better parent by getting him into non-existent therapy and then he stays comfortably wealthy at home and is just another rich dude? that's the ideal version? the one who can't help Dick Grayson because Dick Grayson wants to run away and murder a man?

anyway tl;dr alfred should have flaws, yes, but there's a big gap between "flawed human parental figure" and "man who massively failed Bruce in multiple ways, one of which was not putting him in therapy."

[crythartic]

I have been staring and admiring your piece of the holiday/dreemurr kids at the piano, and it’s so beautiful. The rendering is honestly the nicest/ most appealing rendering that i’ve seen in my opinion, i was wondering if you would share your process or a tutorial of sorts? No pressure, your art is so lovely and i strive to achieve a similar look someday :)

oh my goodness thank you!! 😭😭😭😭 thats such high praise.. and of course i can share!

so basically how i went about this is, this drawing came second to the first one, it literally ocurred to me in the middle of rendering the dark world kris and a lot of the composition choices came from the contrast between them. the timelapse starts with an already-laid-out piano sketch cuz i had to correct the perspective on the first one so many times that i took this shortcut for more accuracy, afterwards i did a quick sketch of the poses i imagined and very loosely arranged the background... i shouldve honestly used perspective lines but im too stubborn about them. anyways speaking of perspective, in the first one not only did i want to give it depth but also incline it somewhat, you will see its not exactly on a horizontal axis but tilted slightly, this is because i wanted to evoke a sense of instability/of being pulled in. so with the second canvas you can see me tilting it as i go to be a proper mirror to the first one.

enough talk on perspective (esp considering u asked for rendering particularly)... lets talk colors! so particularly for this canvas ill say.... the holiday kitchen was a bit nightmareish in terms of color palette bro its SO WHITE. you will see i went back and forth a few times about what tone to make the piano, the background, etc, so as to not be too bright next to the characters. speaking of which, i colored them first under the sketch and immediately started shifting hues, values, trying to find the vibe i wanted, because of the way i render, which is by merging the lineart with the color layer, this is because i like rendering to feel like im "sculpting" out my drawing, its easier to control shapes and textures this way (for me), i do understand it's not the most efficient one tho! sometimes i do make separate layers for complicated details that i dont want compromising the whole layer. i primarily use lasso fill after merging the layers because it gives off a cleaner look, and its much faster to manipulate the shapes and silhouettes with it (this is a core thing in my recent art cuz,, i used to spend waaaaay too much time doing everything by brush and at some point it started not only limiting me but putting me off from rendering altogether). then i used some textured brushes here and there to blend some colors and to deliberately place lineart where i want.

this piece in particular had a looot of back and forth of switching the character's palettes and outfits so that they could bounce off of each other better and make the viewer's eye navigate through more than one focal point. i wasnt planning on anything more than a subtle shadow here and there but i felt like the characters lacked a bit of depth, so i added shadows and highlights appropriately (always playing off from the base color of the thing im rendering, be it skin, clothes, i work the colors individually so that it feels less predictable). afterwards you just have to adjust the lighting on the background, figure out which details you want to make stand out (as u can see im not too overly detailed on background elements, just enough to properly suggest the room), and .. you're done!!

[slutforgarlogan]

"You can check if you like" | Peter Maximoff x F! Reader

Summary: Peter comes back from a mission with a wound and you patch him up. He takes the opportunity to tease you.

Warnings: nsfw content, fingering, teasing, Peter being a cocky asshole

"Oh my god what happened to you?" you jump up from your seat when the team gets back from their mission, noticing the bleeding coming from your boyfriends head. You'd be lying if you said he didn't look hot all bloodied up, but you were too concerned with his wellbeing to indulge in the urge to make out with him.

Peter gives you his usual cocky smile, ignoring your concern "I'm fine babe, its just a scratch." You aren't convinced, but you know he wont go back on the statement, ever the cocky bitch despite his constant dramatics. You raise an eyebrow at him to indicate you dont believe him, "Please just let me look at it anyway"

Peter rolls his eyes and groans, smiling at you playfully while he does so - but he doesn't protest and takes you to one of the bathrooms with a fwip.

Though he does that all the time, you never expect it - and the speed always makes you feel ill and disoriented. You take a second to ground yourself, before getting the first aid things out of the bathroom cabinet to sort him out, and speaking to him as you rifle through it. "You're okay everywhere else yeah, nothing got through your suit?"

"You can check if you like" His tone is suggestive and he wiggles his eyebrows, and you roll your eyes at his answer - taking that as a no. He watches you for a second, and then sits down on the closed toilet lid before you have the chance to tell him to.

You move to stand in front of him, subconsciously situating yourself between his legs where he was practically manspread, and you push his goggles onto the top of his head, trying to make sure his hair stays tucked under them and out the way. The cut looks deep, and you wince a little thinking about it. You lock eyes with him as you pick up a little cotton pad and alcohol to clean the wound - you've done this a fair few times and he knows the drill, but you warn him regardless. "It's gonna sting a second Quickie"

You press the alochol soaked cotton pad on the wound, making sure to be gentle, and Peter grips onto the nearest thing when you do so, which happens to be your thigh. The feel of his hand on you shoots to your core immediately, and your breath hitches for half a second before you catch yourself and ignore it. You keep cleaning the wound, eventually moving on to clean the dried blood around it, and Peters leg is bouncing as he starts to get bored and restless.

You lock eyes with him and lean back a second. "Peter, sit still, find something in here to distract yourself im nearly done i promise" There's a certain look in his eye when he looks at you, and you can see an idea forming in his head, and you worry slightly what ridiculous idea you've accidentally caused him to have, but you get back to what you're doing anyway.

As you grab a roll of bandaid and scissors to cut it down to fit the wound, you feel a hand at the top of your thigh, fingers hooking into your panties to get them down a little - you try to ignore it and focus on finishing what you're doing, holding the roll up unrolling a little bit to see how much you need.

You hear a little cocky laugh from Peter as his finger prods at your folds and you could have ripped his suit off him there and then. But you try not to react, steadying your breathing before you look at him. "Whats funny"

He looks up at you, a shit eating grin on his face. "You're so wet and i haven't even touched you"

A pink shade dusks over your cheeks as you roll your eyes, in your head you know exactly what made you wet, but you know he'll poke fun at you for it so you don't tell him. "Shut up"

You cut a bit of a bandaid off the roll, big enough to fit the wound, and as you do so, he slides a finger into you, thrusting it in and out at a painfully slow pace - but he doesnt take long to slide a second finger in. He is still in his suit, and the gloves of the suit feel weird. The feeling is foreign but good. Your breathing goes a bit shaky as you try to concentrate, putting the roll down and picking up the bit you cut off, flipping it around to peel the back off, struggling a little fiddling with it.

Peter speeds up his fingers, curling them inside you to hit the spot that makes you whine a little, earning the same shit eating grin as before as he makes sure to keep hitting that spot. He brings his other hand to circle your clit as you finally get the back off the band aid, and you moan out as he draws figure 8's over the sensitive bud. "Fuckk Peter"

You stick the band-aid over the wound carefully but quickly, placing your hands on his shoulders as soon as you're done, breathing heavily and whimpering a bit. "Peter please"

He speeds up the finger on your clit, practically vibrating it and you moan loudly, legs shaking as you try hold yourself up properly and your walls clench around his fingers a little.

Thats when he stops. You look at him with pleading eyes "What the fuck"

He laughs a little "You've finsihed patching me up"

You look at him dumbfounded and annoyed, you open your mouth to protest but he speaks before you.

"You wanna check under my suit now?"

[viasdreams]

Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ plz shoot me and not with that gun

"what are you supposed to be?" jeno asked, settling into the back seat of jisung's car.

"gonna be so real, i just put on the sluttiest thing i could find."

renjun turned around in the passenger seat, looking your body up and down. "this is a costume party, you remember that right? what if they don't let you in?"

"it's still a jackson wang party, they'll let any girl with a pulse in. if they ask who i am, ill just say im a father's worst nightmare." you shrugged.

"jisung why are you blue?" jeno reached over the seat to stroke the driver's cheek.

"HEY!" jisung swatted his hand away. "don't fuck up my makeup."

"oh my bad man" jeno awkwardly sat back in his seat.

"don't worry about him, he's just nervous about meeting his boo thang. isn't that right ji?" you smirked at him in the rearview mirror.

"fuck yes im nervous" he drew out the 's', squeezing his eye shut.

"JISUNG EYES ON THE ROAD! OH MY GOD!" Renjun lurched for the wheel, swerving away from the trashcan lined up on the side of the street.

"if we crash right now, you'll never get to meet him ji," you reminded.

"shit you're right," jisung sat up straight, placing his blue hands at ten and two. "no one talk for the rest of the drive, papa needs to focus."

"you're not dressed as papa smurf though."

"JENO NO TALKING!"

you managed to get into the party with ease, jisung actually being the one questioned by security.

"are you like an ugly avatar?"

"no im a smurf," jisung anxiously bounced on his toes, looking through the door. "look im in costume, can i just go inside?"

"fine whatever." before the guard even motioned for him to go, jisung had already rushed inside, practically slamming into your back.

"ok now where is my beautiful man at?" jisung's eyes darted over the crowd, the backlights making his blue skin glow.

"here we can split up, ill go upstairs, you look down here. ill call you if i find him" the only reason you were at this party was so jisung could meet chenle, so you might as well help unite them.

"ok yeah, but if you find him, please don't make out with him. i know it'll be hard to resist his charm," jisung firmly grabbed both of your arms and gazed intensely into your eyes, "but please don't."

"don't worry ji, i would never do that to you." you pried his hands away and made your way to the stairs.

your search for the elusive brainy smurf was unsuccessful, and you were about to text jisung when you got a message yourself.

all thoughts of jisung and chenle left your mind as you swiftly made your way to jaemin.

before opening the door, you paused, preparing yourself to potentially lose the next day of your life due to the sheer power of jaemin's dick.

putting your hand on the knob, you felt a cold hand under yours.

"oh im sor- hyuck?"

an extremely awe-stricken donghyuck stood in front of you.

"yn? um you look..." his eyes traced over your barely covered body, "...cold."

you giggled, wrapping your arms around your torso.

"yeah a bit." you took a second to look at his costume, "looks like your prayers of becoming a vampire were answered."

"what? i am not a vampire." he forced a laugh and violently shook his head. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"uh, then what are you dressed as?"

"oh right! i am dressed as a vampire, yep. not an actual vampire though because those don't exist. and even if they did, i would not be one."

"yeah..." a silence fell between the two of you. "um anyways, are you going in here too?" you pointed at his hand still holding the door knob.

"oh yeah, im meeting jaemin in there."

"really?" he nodded, "so am i. he texted me to meet him here."

"wait why would jaemin ask you to meet him?"

you tried to respond but before you could the bedroom door swung open, a wide-eyed jaemin emerging.

"hey guys come in, come in." jaemin stepped aside, urging the two of you to enter.

"jaemin why did you call yn here?" donghyuck asked.

"ill get to that in a second, real quick," jaemin grabbed your hand and stared into your eyes, "yn can you help me?"

his hand was just as cold, if not colder than donghyuck's. they were both much colder than you, which was weird considering you're the one wearing next to nothing.

"yeah of course, what do you need?"

"for you to go to sleep."

donghyuck watched as your body fell limp, jaemin quickly catching you and moving your body to the bed.

"jaem what the hell is going on?"

"great save with that whole 'im not a vampire' thing just now." jaemin's tone was thick with sarcasm.

"oh you heard that?" donghyuck said, rubbing the back of his head.

"of course i heard it, we have heightened hearing remember."

"oh i forgot," donghyuck's gaze made it's way back to your sleeping body, "wait stop distracting me, what's happening? why is yn here and not her clone?"

now jaemin was the one rubbing the back of his head. "right yeah um there never was a clone."

"what?"

"ok before you freak out, just let me explain. i saw that you were having a hard time being around yn and all that stuff. and that's why you came to me for real blood."

"jaemin i know all of that, what do you mean there's no clone." donghyuck's voice was getting louder with each word.

jaemin took in a big breath, closing his eyes, "yn is the person i've been getting blood from." he opened one eye to gauge donghyuck's reaction.

"are you KIDDING ME JAEMIN?" donghyuck roared.

he wouldn't admit it, but the look on donghyuck's face truly scared jaemin.

"hyuck you said you wouldn't get mad. you swore on mark's life!"

"FUCK MARK!" donghyuck stepped forward, causing jaemin to step back, hitting the wall.

"is that why she was sick last week? you took too much of her blood?" he questioned through bared teeth.

"yes but you also took too much of her blood, so why is it such a big deal?"

"we both know that was different. i was a desperate fledgling, i didn't know what i was doing. you know damn well what you were doing."

"i was just trying to help you man. you didn't like the other blood i gave you, so i cut out the middle man and went straight to the source." he turned to look at you.

donghyuck grabbed his jaw, turning his face so it was looking directly at him, "don't look at her. you don't get to look at her after what you did."

jaemin's hand shot up to donghyuck's wrist, gripping it almost tight enough to break it.

"hyuck i know you think you're the shit, but don't forget i have 400 years of experience on you. this is not a battle you want to fight."

donghyuck let go of his jaw, bringing his hands to rub his eyes.

"she has lost so much blood recently, why did you think this was a good idea." the anger in his voice was replaced with hurt, confusion, and frustration.

jaemin shrugged, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

"i didn't like seeing you struggle, and you asked for help, so i helped."

"look i appreciate the thought, i really do," jaemin smiled, "but im also insanely pissed at you right now." jaemin's smile fell.

"im sorry. do you know what would make you feel better?" jaemin gently traced your collarbone.

"what dude?" donghyuck lowered his hands, following jaemin's voice. instead of seeing a remorseful vampire, looking apologetically at him, he saw jaemin sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck.

"JAEMIN!"

donghyuck rushed to pull him away from you, shoving jaemin to the ground with enough force to shake the entire house.

"i know you want some, don't lie. despite what mark says-"

he was interrupted by donghyuck's fist as it slammed into his nose.

they both gawked at each other, stunned at what just happened.

jaemin is the first to recover, flipping donghyuck onto his back and straddling his legs. with one hand, jaemin holds donghyuck's wrists over his head, grabbing his neck with the other.

"despite what mark say's, we're beings of violence. if we weren't supposed to drink a human's blood, why does it feel so good to sink our fangs into their necks?"

donghyuck writhed under jaemin's hold, struggling to free himself.

"answer me hyuck, you told me it was borderline orgasmic to drink yn's blood for the first time. why would it feel so good if it was bad?" the look on jaemin's face was undiscernible, a mix between pain and hunger.

"shut up." donghyuck spit back.

"you know im right, go try some right now and tell me you don't love it. tell me you don't feel powerful."

the door slammed open and an extremely concerned mark walked in.

"what the hell is going on, i could hear you guys fighting from downstairs." mark looked at the two boys on the ground, following their gaze to your body lying on the bed, dried blood dotting your neck.

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[bizbat]

Kill for Her - Jason Todd x Reader - 1

🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️

🐼JJK Masterlist🐼

~ Fem terms used for reader.

~ Mild smut alluded to but nothing explicit.

~ Reader's appearance is not described.

~ Parts one, two, three, and four, as well as my other works, can be found here!

~ Also please lmk how i can improve the masterlist if you do end up checking out my other works!!! (:

~ Thank you so, so much for everyone who requested more crazy jason! ILLYYYY (p.s. thank you for being so patient with this, ik it took forever omg)

~ Wc: 1.4k

~ Tw: (Very) Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics and All that Comes with it, Mentions of Having Children, Jason Todd is Not a Good Person in this, Pet Names, Nausea, Angst, Blood and Violence, Variety in Themes, Cringe maybe (lmk)

"Break up?" You think you can just "break up" with Jason Peter "I've never been in a real relationship bc I died as a teenager and I have serious deep running abandonment issues stemming from my more than troubled childhood" Todd?

Funny.

Real funny.

But yk what he doesn't think he really likes that joke and maybe you should actually never tell it again, okay? ((:

It doesn't matter what way you try to approach the subject. Kind, playing into his delusions about being a real couple? You're overthinking things, but that's fine, he loves you anyways.

Yelling, crying, screaming for him to get the fuck out of your home and go die? You're probably just being dramatic, but that's okay, you're sassy, he's sassy, match made in heaven!

The man is kookoo. He genuinely believes that you're destined to get married to each other and either have or adopt a ton of children and he's gonna be the best dad ever and you'll be a wonderful mom ever and blah blah blah blah.

And I've barely scratched the surface of all his crazy, it runs deep.

~ Fic Starts Here. ~

He'd kill for you. Without a doubt.

He's always figured, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he might have to go back on his word to Bruce for your sake, that he might have to further stain his own soul and hands to keep yours clean, to protect you, to protect your relationship. It's not something he's too particularly worried about, to him, you might as well be the only living person on the planet anyways. Don't get him wrong, he loves his family, to the moon and back and more (don't tell them that), but if there were two people left on the planet, and one of them was you, and the other was him, he thinks the world might finally be fair. That life might finally be kind to him.

And with reasoning like that, whispered into your hair at night when he thinks you're asleep, how could you be so cruel as to break his heart? How could you when he begs, begs you not to see how evil he thinks he is at night when he's been up too late and his brain starts to tell him cruel things about himself? When he brings you a gift every time he sees you. Granted, they're stolen, and granted, he broke into your home. But they're exemplary of his devotion to you nonetheless. Or at least that's how you see it, that's how you see him.

It's true, Jason has lived a life more than deserving of pity, of kindness and support. That's part of why you feel nauseous right now, your hands, slightly clammy, nervously wring the hem of the shirt you're wearing. It's big on you, hanging down past your thighs. You can't remember if it's his or yours. Your tongue feels too big in your mouth, and your knee is bouncing so much you're sure the muscles in your calf are well defined by now.

The reason you feel so ill as you wait for him at 12:48 AM, your eyes flicking back and forth between the clock on your phone and your TV currently playing reruns, is because tonight is the end of it. The end of Jason breaking into your apartment with a spare key he had made without your knowledge, or your window when you switch your lock for the umpteenth time. The end of you waking up next to him in your bed when you know he wasn't there when you went to sleep. The end of his overly personal nicknames that allude to a relationship you've told him time and time again that you Do. Not. Have.

Tonight you're "breaking up with" Jason Todd. If you weren't on edge you might laugh at the thought. You and Jason have (at least in your adamant opinion) never agreed to date. He never asked you out, he just started, well, acting the way he acts; breaking into your home, stealing random articles of clothing that he has a particular interest in, acting like your boyfriend. But it's been months. You're tired.

"Jason!" You say, surprised at his sudden appearance. You guess you got too caught up in your thoughts. He smells like metal. You're worried about what he might've been getting up to, but that's not your main focus at the moment.

He hears your voice sing his name as he walks into your shared apartment, through the door this time. He knows how much you hate it when he comes in through the window. He's happy to see you, albeit a little surprised, you're usually asleep by this time. You must've stayed up for him, a smile rises to his lips at the thought. "Hiya doll, what're you doing up so late?" He's clearly exhausted, even though he's turning in relatively early, it now being 1:29, he's already had a long, long night. A long, painful, violent night.

All he wants right now is to lay beside you, to rest his head on your chest and hear your heartbeat. It's his second favorite sound in the world. The first being those gorgeous noises you make when he's got his head between your thighs and your fingers in his hair-

He's pulled from his thoughts at the sight of your lip tucked between your teeth, the worry on your face more than evident. His smile drops as he hangs up his signature leather jacket on the coat rack beside the door, and slowly makes his way over to you. "You okay, doll? What's wrong?" He asks you with such sincerity, like he really does care. And the worst part is you know he does.

"We . . . we need to talk, Jason." He can hear how nervous you are just by the way your voice quivers as you address him. It always makes his heart hurt when he hears that. You avert your gaze, unable to look at him at this moment. You breathe deeply, trying to calm your heart and quell the bile fighting to come out. You need to do this, and you need to do it now. "I . . ." You barely manage to warble out, clenching your jaw before bracing yourself. "I want to break up with you Jason." You say after taking a deep breath through your nose.

This is it, you did it. You can feel the saline tears rising to your waterline, but you aren't sad at all. You swallow the massive lump in your throat as you wait for his response, your hands furiously gripping your shirt, an unreadable expression on his face. He just . . . stares for a moment. He doesn't blink, he doesn't frown, he doesn't start sobbing, fall to his knees, beg you to change your mind.

He doesn't do anything. The longer his stillness goes on, the more and more your confidence deteriorates. Your shoulders drop from their tense state, your lip quivers, and your ears ring from how dead silent the room seems to be. "Jason . . ." He's barely blinking, his head slightly cocked, his hands limply dangling at his sides. "I said," You clear your throat, not favoring how weak you sound. "I said I want to break up with you. I don't want to date you anymore." You know he heard you, but you repeat yourself nonetheless.

The longer the two of you sit in silence, the harder it is to stomach it. Your hands shake as they grip your shirt, the fabric wrinkles in your tight grasp, your chest feels like all of your ribs have turned into snakes and started squeezing and constricting around your pounding heart. His eyes pierce your soul, the usually deep pits now shallow and glassy. Eventually, the second that he sees a single drop of water fall down your cheek he seems to snap out of it.

The life, the color returns to his face and eyes, as if he was just woken out of a deep trance at the mere sight of your tears. Then, perhaps most disturbingly, he laughs. A cold, icy chuckle that slides off his vocal cords and freezes the room. It sounds almost plastic, rehearsed, like he's practiced it in the mirror hundreds of times in preparation for moments like this. "That . . ." he wheezes between bouts of fake laughter. "That was really funny, babe, you almost had me there."

Jason runs a hand through his hair, disguising the act as if he's trying to gather himself when really, he's resisting the urge to grip on the strands of inky black until they rip from his scalp. He's still pretending to collect himself as he slips past your form, still standing almost perfectly still, into your room. You don't even remember the rest of the night. You don't remember what either of you said, what either of you did, all you remember is following him into the room, being coaxed into bed, and resting your swirling head on his chest as his arms wrapped so, so tightly around your shoulders.

Jason doesn't sleep well that night, even with you safely tucked into his arms. It was a joke, it was a joke, it was a joke. That's what he tells himself. Over and over in his head, bouncing off the walls of his skull; it was a joke, it was a joke, it was a joke. It must be, it has to be. His sweet Y/n, who knows what he's been through, who knows he's never had anything, and anything he has ever had was ripped from his hands, his Y/n would never be so cruel.

She'd never leave him. He couldn't let her. Not when he'd die for her, not when he'd kill for her.

[shehatescoffee]

Do you have any other drafts you plan on publishing? If yes what’s the plot of those shortly

do i have other drafts....YES! TOO MANY!! thanks for asking bc i love to yap about them!

now, no promises that these will get published anytime soon or at all, since i still have multiple published WIPs to finish, but i'll list out some of the ones im sort of confident will see the light of day. a lot are more just ideas/brief outlines, but cest la vie!

itfs hunger games au: self explanatory 🤭 megumi as katniss, yuuji as peta, you know the deal 😏 would probably diverge a bit from the movie/book plots at some point

stsg groundhog day fix it fic: satoru relives the year between the plasma star vessel mission and suguru's defection over and over until he can find a way to save suguru

itfs dr. jeykll & mr. hyde au: yuuji as dr. jeykull and sukuna as mr. hyde, megumi as the lawyer friend checking up on yuuji

itfs as stucky au: yuuji as steve rogers and megumi as bucky barnes. yeah.

itfs middle school au: possible oneshot/twoshot about delinquent megumi and popular/prep yuuji

yet another itfs college au: childhood friends itfs lose contact and reconnect in college, but they've both changed quite a bit and they aren't sure if their friendship can ever be like it was. lots of pining and miscommunication and other scrumptious things like that

dadjo and megumi character/relationship study: oneshot examining inherited trauma, breaking cycles, etcetc

itfs model x pro athlete au: oneshot about model megumi and his boyfriend, pro-baseball or basketball player yuuji

jjk/stsg ohshc: satoru as tamaki, suguru as haruhi, need i say more?

itfs canonverse post-cursed womb must die arc: angsty oneshot about megumi trying to process yuuji's death. maybe a hint of dadjo

itfs hercules au: yuuji as hercules, megumi as megara, gojo as zeus, sukuna as hades, etcetcetc

itfs sorcerer killer megumi: megumi if toji didnt die and didnt abandon him, and instead raised him to be a hitman. then toji is killed by gojo, and megumi makes it his life mission to kill gojo, who feels guilty for fighting a kid whos dad he murdered but also said kid is trying to kill him so. somehow yuuji fits in here somewhere idk this is a new idea!

sorry that's a lot but that's pretty much everything in my drafts at the moment. prob isnt smart to put them out there when they are so infantile, but tbh who cares right? in all likelihood, i will simply post more and more college aus or things like that, since idk when i'll have the time for some of these more intense ideas and i just LOVE college itfs its my drug of choice. after i wrap up Dive In, im hoping to post some oneshots before diving in (lol) to another longfic.

im literally always bouncing around ideas inside my hollow skull, and it is VERY easy to get me interested in an idea, so this list is always getting longer which makes it less likely ill ever post them, but who knows!

and dont cancel me but i also REALLY wanna write an a/b/o itfs fic because i dont think this fandom has enough but idk if people would want that 😔 call me a freak i guess 😔😔😔

anyway, im happy to talk more about any of these ideas, or what im currently working on, or about things other people would like to see me write! im always always open to suggestions/ideas so feel free to send me some if you so desire. and anyone feel free to let me know if any of these ideas speak to you :) maybe it will motivate me to actually write them!

thank you for the ask, anon!! 🥰

[seersnake]

A Bird Amongst Griffins

Here's part 2 for you guys, hope you enjoy it as well. Again, I do not yet have a beta reader for things like Grammer so if you see anything, I apologize in advance.

The storm the night before had been a really bad one. The entire Rescue Team had spent all day bouncing from area to area, trying to clean up the damage. From a knocked over tree in the school yard, to roads covered in too much mud to drive through, to downed electrical wires, and everything between and beyond. Chief Burns pinched his brow, trying hard to will away the headache he was getting. He didn’t know if it was exhaustion from being constantly on rescues for the past seven hours or if it was that he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in that time, too busy to even stop at a store for something.

Chase turned on his internal screen, keeping his voice low as he questions, “are you becoming ill Chief Burns? If you are, we can go back to the Fire House and get you some Soup. Dani says that soup is very good when one is sick.”

With a sigh, Charlie removed his hand from his face. He manages to force a small smile while closing his eyes to block out the light, “I'm fine Chase, I'm just not a spring chick anymore is all.”

“Whoever called you a coward is severely mistaken Chief Burns.” Came the immediate reply from the agitated police cruiser.

Before Charlie could ask Chase what he meant by that, the radio crackled to life, drawing both their attention. It was Graham’s voice that came through the line, sounding just as tired as Chief felt, “we’ve got a Big emergency near the North Cliffs. Mr. Bunty said he was out on a walk with his Lobster and saw a boat washed up on the shore. He said he didn’t go near it but it looked like there was a body on the beach.”

Now that sends alarm bells through everyone’s heads. There’s a chance someone needed serious medical help on the beach. Chief opened up the radio, cutting the worried chatter from his other three kids, “understood. Everyone, head for the North Shore. Dani, Blades, be ready to airlift any injured people to the hospital.” When he gets an affirmative from all of his children, including Cody who has been flying with Dani and Blades for the past two hours, he relaxes just a bit. Everything was going to be fine. Chief Burns couldn’t help but sigh in worry anyways over what they may find.

Dani, Blades, and Cody got to the beach first, finding the wreck after only a few minutes. Dani radios in, “we see the boat, I don’t recognize it though. I think I see a body near it, but there’s nowhere around here we can land. I’m heading to the East side of the beach to find a place to land.” The trio fly back towards where they had come from, landing just as the other members of the rescue team arrived.

All four bots quickly transformed and Cody pointed to where the wreck was, “it’s up that way and it looks pretty bad. The whole ship’s on the beach and it’s in a ton of pieces!”

With a nod, they all hurried in the direction of the wreck, calling out for anyone who may have been a part of it that could hear them that help was on the way. It took the Rescue Team nearly ten minutes to get to the wreck so they could inspect it, and it was bad. The entire ship had been broken in two, there was wood and metal scraps from the broken ship all over the beach, as well as broken glass, soaking wet books, and a completely shattered laptop. There were tons of pieces of electronics that were scattered across the beach, nearly to the tree line, that were unsalvageable due to a mixture of water damage and impact damage. Though, despite having seen it less than 15 minutes before, the body on the beach was gone.

Blades scratched his head and motioned to where the steering wheel of the boat lay on the sand, “it was right here, I swear! They were wearing dark clothing, a big dark cape, and they were really pale! You saw it, right Dani??” The pilot could only nod confirming, “yeah, it was just here. Where did they even go, and why did they go? They would have been able to hear us yelling about help being on the way!”

Her elder brother shakes his head at his sister’s seeming naivety, “Sis. What if that’s why they ran? Who knows who that person was or what they’ve done! They could be a criminal on the run and our yelling scared them off and now they’re just on the island somewhere!” Though jumping to conclusions like this made Kade’s gut twist in an unpleasant way, the possibility of someone dangerous being on the island was too great a risk to ignore. Especially if it was someone who could endanger his family.

Dani shook her head as she shot his idea down, “Kade, whoever they are, they’re likely hurt and in pain. They could have a head injury that makes them unable to understand us, or for all we know, they might not even speak English. It’s likely they heard us yelling and saw the Bots before we could see them and they panicked and ran. I mean, most humans would be pretty scared of robots their size if they’ve never met them before.”

It was a good point, especially with all the stories from the mainland about people like Lex Luthor and Doctor Silvana using giant robots to attack towns and cities. Who knows what this person could have lived through or even just heard of before crashing on the island.

As the rest of them bickered about what could have happened to the stranger and why they would run away, Cody noticed drops of blood leading away from the puddle soaked into the sand. He glanced in the direction they headed, up towards the woods, before turning his eyes back to the trail and following after it. The indents in the sand made it look like whoever was there was stumbling, lending more evidence to them being seriously wounded.

Graham noticed his younger brother heading away towards the woods and called out worriedly, “Cody! Where are you going? Now isn’t the time for exploring.”

The blond simply pointed to the ground in front of him, “there’s more blood over here. I think whoever it was headed into the woods up there.” With that, the boy didn’t wait for his family to catch up, simply following after the drops on the ground.

When they catch up to him, Chief grabs his youngest son's shoulder before he can go into the tree line, pulling him back, “no way kiddo, we don't know if this person is hostile or not. Kade, Heatwave, head into the forest and see if you can track them down. The rest of you, head back to the wreck and see if you can find anything that could give us ideas as to who our mysterious guest is.” he patted his eldest on the shoulder with a small nod before heading back for the wreck.

Heatwave grumbled as he began trying to squeeze himself between the tightly packed trees of the forest without knocking any over, Kade not even bothering to hide his laughter as his partner managed to get himself stuck within minutes.

[doobledabbadoo]

Hi Dooble! Remember me? It’s been a while. Anyways, I have a few questions for you:

What’s your favorite Mr. Men-Little Miss ship?

What do you think of a decent Mr. Men-Little Miss adult cartoon?

How do you feel about Mr. Tickle being a magnet for tickle junkies?

Have a wonderful day/night! Miss ya. 💫

hi doodlebug! its been a while!!

- its really hard for me to choose, as theres plenty of really fun dynamics between characters that can bounce off each other very well! i mightve answered mr grumpy x mr happy in another post, though! ill link it right here.

- i think an adult mr men/little miss cartoon could be fun! though though, if i were in charge of making one, i would personally take the slice of life anthropology approach to it. id also sprinkle on some darker themes that are explored with good faith and handled sensitively, not for the sake of edgy shock humor. also i think it would be really funny to allow mr bump to finally say fuck

- i dont care tbh. its not my thing personally, but as long as you arent weird & you actually respect peoples boundaries & preferences, then rock on freaky bro

ty for the questions! meant to get to them sooner but life got in the way lmao

[garak]

No, I do not know your answer. Which is it? Top Madara or Bottom Madara? And why.

clearly you are not following me if you dont know but ill humor you since i like to talk about him anyways. under the cut since i dont think the world necessarily wants to be exposed to my analysis on this subject

i should clarify first that i don't see madara with anyone but hashirama, so this is going to be focused on their dynamic.

as any dedicated judas follower knows i am the worlds foremost madahashi crusader i am 100% on team madara tops. ive talked a little about this before because the way hsrm is characterized in stuff where he tops is very strange to me... while obviously our cultural association of bottoming with submission is rooted in misogyny, madara himself is a misogynist, so i do think he would still view things this way. madara is an extremely domineering person who refuses to submit to anyone else's will (besides, of course, izuna's, and unwittingly to kaguya's, but neither of those examples are particularly relevant here). hashirama, on the other hand, repeatedly shows us that he is a relatively submissive person through his interactions with madara, the other kage, etc. with the most relevant scene being madara's defeat after izuna's death where he refuses to concede without first turning it on hashirama, with hashirama willingly turning the knife on himself to win madara over (penetration metaphor? lol). madara's whole thing is literally world domination lol he loves control and wants to be in control at all times... while he enjoys a challenge and hashirama not being a complete pushover is an important part of their relationship, hes still very much so the more dominant of the two.

how this translates sexually obviously is not a perfect one to one, but i do think madara wouldn't want to bottom because he's sensitive to the idea of being dominated in a way that hashirama isnt - it's the dominance of the senju over the uchiha that ultimately drives him away from the village, while hashirama doesn't seem to be thinking in those terms the same way madara is. i think he would see hashirama topping as sort of a microcosm of the relationship between senju and uchiha in a way that would discomfort him, especially if this is during hashirama's time as hokage. maybe in another world where the uchiha were on equal footing as the senju (i.e. a hokage madara au) he would eventually be willing to switch but if hashirama is hokage there's no shot madara would let him top. hashirama doesn't have these same hang ups and i dont think he would view their relationship through that lens at all so he would only have all the normal weird feelings about bottoming that a man of his time and position would have (though in actual historical japan in the late sengoku early edo period having sexual relationships with other men was much less stigmatized). hashirama would probably be more hung up on the idea that he's not producing heirs.

in general i think their dynamic really depends on the time frame in which it's taking place (or au, if applicable), but even in a vacuum, i prefer madara to top because i want to see hashirama bouncing and moaning on it sorry. i think the general desire for madara to be on bottom comes from the general theme of uchiha men having to be on the bottom and because people want to see him as the big bad villain be "put in his place" by the good guy (though of course any true hashirama fan knows hes not the good guy lol). i think people also just like the idea of a role reversal since madara is so obviously domineering, but again i dont think he would allow himself to be put in that position unless the situation was really really different. his death being penetration from behind while obviously unintentional on kishimoto's part i think speaks to this - only at his very weakest and only through trickery can this occur.

i get that hashirama and madara fucking is well within the realm of fantasy land, so technically canon doesn't matter, but i like these characters because of their canon personalities so when those are thrown to the side it's just not as appealing to me. it should also be noted that i'm also still a sasunaru in 2025 so my preferences obviously follow a trend. what can i say i think its beautiful when men with incredible amounts of power willingly submit to other men who the rest of the world sees as lesser than them. is that so wrong...

[batsplat]

tumblr user batsplat i need you to know that your work for the motogp community is appreciated beyond measure, thank you so much for your absolutely incredible effort!!!

thank you!! that's very sweet! lemme tell you my favourite bit of extremely low level valentino beef. fair warning: this is extremely minor. it's not that serious. I just like old drama

so you know the 2006 season, right, where valentino actually got on pretty well with all the other title contenders? depending on how you want to look at it, there were 4-5 contenders that year... capirossi's a bit marginal whether he counts as a 'title contender'. he was tied leader of the standings after six rounds, but then was involved in a horror crash at catalunya that halted his momentum. the crash was caused by his teammate sete and there's a decent chance capirossi would have been champion without this race. his eventual third place in the championship standings was due to him bouncing back to claim a strong string of results late in the season

here's a few more photos of that crash:

the other four contenders were nicky hayden, valentino, marco melandri and dani pedrosa. to give you a sense of what that title fight looked like, here were the standings after eleven out of seventeen rounds:

obviously valentino was a title contender given he nearly won the whole thing - but, yeah, he was very much on the back foot that entire season. so of those other four contenders, valentino got on very well with capirossi (who valentino had been a fan of as a kid and had met when he was eleven years old) and with hayden (who valentino had helped with the transition from superbike when hayden became his rookie teammate at repsol honda in 2003). he was reasonably friendly with pedrosa and had a long-standing friendship with melandri, if one that seems to have cooled off when they became premier class rivals (according to melandri in any case). you do have to say, the good vibes are a little unusual as valentino title fights go... it's a very chaotic very exciting season that has quite a few excellent valentino performances as he attempts to bounce back from all manner of ill fortune - but no realbeef. it really is a title fight mostly fought in good spirits. the most significant drama between any of these contenders was the hayden/pedrosa estoril crash that very nearly cost hayden the title. from broadbent's 'ring of fire' about the scenes after the race:

in the end dani was bailed out by valentino's crash in valencia (though a lot of american fans did not move on from the incident); it was by far the most significant on-track clash he had with hayden in their years together at honda, at a time when the vibes in that team were *checks notes* not great. hayden said all was forgiven - if with the caveat that he didn't know how he would've felt if he hadn't won the title. but, y'know, heartwarming: valentino is part of a title fight where he is not involved in the biggest beef of the year (the other title fight this is true of was 1998, another iconic season)

there is however one other rider who played an important role in the 2006 title fight - one who thinks that his relationship with valentino was affected by the events of that year. first bit of context: the season opener at jerez went disastrously wrong for valentino at the very first corner, when toni elias rode into him and caused him to crash. that jerez crash was one of those classic first corner incidents that could've easily been a lot uglier, and some riders quite narrowly avoid valentino

kind of started the season off the way it was going to go on, really. anyway, here's valentino reacting to the crash, and also elias coming over to him post-race to apologise:

elias ended up finishing 4th, while valentino picked the bike up to finish 14th. here's what valentino had to say post-race:

"We knew this was going to be a difficult race but maybe not so difficult!" said Rossi, who had been battling chatter problems for much of the weekend and qualified just ninth on the grid. "I saw Toni come up on the inside and he hit me; this is racing and these things happen. "I have known Toni for many years and he is a good rider. He apologised to me after the race so I told him not to worry - only to remember to brake next time and if it is too late then to hit another bike instead of me!"

great line, fairs

by the way, this incident allowed casey to get such a good start to his rookie season, in a race where he ended up finishing sixth:

I made a great start off the line and our luck improved further in the first corner, when Toni Elías got his braking markers completely wrong, took out Valentino Rossi and opened up a gap for me to dive through. I was sixth by the end of the first lap and up to fourth two laps later, just behind Nicky Hayden in third.

and there's probably some symbolism there if you dig deep enough. elias was also involved in the eventual outcome of the 2006 motogp season in another way (from the vale race recs post):

anyway, moving on from the 2006 season for now, there's a couple more on-track interactions we might as well rattle through. the two of them had quite a tense coming together at turkey 2007, the third race of the season and around the time valentino was coming to realise the casey/ducati combination was going to be a real problem that season. the fight between elias and valentino didn't have much of an effect on valentino's race given how he had some nicely fucked up tyres (bit of a theme that year), but that didn't stop valentino from being irritated post-race:

Elias took second from Rossi with a move down the inside at the final complex, but both riders nearly came off their bikes as they touched during the pass. While Elias maintained second to the flag, Rossi later fell to 10th after developing tyre issues. "I'm very disappointed with Elias because he was very unfair with me," Rossi told Italia1 television. "Obviously we're all racing, but he had already overtaken me, and when he came on my side he tried to push me out and make me fall on purpose. I don't think that's fair behaviour. There are other words than 'unfair' coming up in my mind, but I'll leave them to the imagination. "He had already tried to come to apologise another time after the chequered flag. I'll say no more, I owe him twice, so I'll see him in China. I think he has a rather unfair way of riding with everyone. He had already overtaken me, so there was no need to throw me out. We know these things among riders. So now we know, and we'll know how to behave next time we meet him." Elias shrugged off the incident. "These things happen in racing and I'm happy with today's result," he said. "The way I drive may look risky but I feel comfortable with it and I will carry on like this."

at this point, I do just have to go on a brief tangent to present my 'casey complains about toni elias' compilation

exhibit a: some exciting solidarity between casey and valentino

exhibit b: casey saying elias is continually stuck on his "arse-end"

exhibit c: peace talks held at casey's motorhome

definitely some fun lines in this, like "I think casey has problems with everybody and not only me". ouch. this does help show elias was just one of those guys who a lot of riders had minor beef with... you know how it is sometimes (incidentally, elias was also a talent linked to alberto puig, so they met quite young before casey was a full time grand prix rider)

the other minor on-track incident between valentino and elias I wanted to include is one where I haven't found any post-race reporting or comments from either rider, so, again, clearly not that big a deal. still found it funny so. it's sachsenring 2008, casey has just won the last two races, and he's well on his way to winning his third consecutive one after dani crashed out from a massive lead. it's raining, which is why the whole field is super spread out. valentino is actually riding a pretty decent race, but his problem is he's coming back from seventh on the grid and casey started on pole, with fairly predictable repercussions for their respective race. still, in those conditions it's always worth trying to put as much pressure as possible on the leader, and valentino does end up closing in until he's around five seconds behind casey

which is how valentino ends up attempting to lap elias - while the commentators chat about how valentino very much does not want to be taking any risks, not with toni elias, not with twenty world championship points at stake ("the front of toni elias' bike knows the side of valentino rossi's bike very well, doesn't it"). elias doesn't really move to one side, which means valentino has to overtake him the regular way. after the move has been completed, he does this:

a little bit annoyed, do we think?

anyway, obviously valentino doesn't catch casey, and casey picks up his third consecutive win. worrying from valentino's perspective... especially given that there's a lot of tracks come that really seem to suit casey, including the upcoming laguna seca

to round things off. after laguna, elias shares two consecutive podiums with valentino at brno and misano - both of which valentino won after casey crashed out of the lead

when elias was unable to secure a motogp ride for 2010, he ended up switching to moto2 and becoming the first ever winner of the series. from his motogp.com profile:

He started the year as one of the title favourites in the Moto2 class, and throughout the season his wealth of experience and race-craft has shone through as he claimed seven wins, including four in a row over the summer period. His characteristic “hang-on” riding style and charming personality has won him millions of fans across the globe, and the Spaniard becomes the first ever Moto2 World Champion at the age of 27.

he returned to motogp and had a troubled 2011 season, before competing in a mix of motogp and moto2 in 2012 - and his last full season in grand prix racing was 2013. I mainly bring this up so I can include this truly charming casey comment:

"one failed" casey. please

elias ends up moving stateside to compete there instead. so, he still runs into motogp riders at austin - which he brings up in a 2020 interview, while accusing valentino pf still being bitter over 2006:

“Being able to beat Valentino [for victory] has only happened to me once in my life,” he told DAZN. "Michelin brought me a new tyre on the Saturday and I managed to improve my pace by seven-tenths and fight for victory. "I thanked Michelin for the help, although I was very angry when I discovered that this rubber, with a softer casing, was the one used by the best riders throughout the season and they only gave it to me in the penultimate race of the year. "When I meet Valentino - I see him every year in Austin - I can see that he still has [Estoril 2006] stuck in his heart, he has not forgiven me… It's over, it's time to be friends, but it is not possible. He is so competitive, he will never forgive me!"

these comments were put to valentino, to which he said the following:

"When I met Toni Elias in the United States, because now he runs there, there were only positive moments,” he told a video chat with BT Sport. “We have a good relationship and I'm not angry with him because he beat me in Portugal, but because he knocked me out in first corner during the Spanish Grand Prix.  “In that season, Jerez was the first race of the year and immediately made me lose points and probably also the championship."

obviously, this is a joke, and valentino is allowed to make those occasionally. it's also probably a joke that has just a little bit of truth to it. who knows how valentino feels about toni elias these days, whether he really was still acting coldly towards elias during austin trips because of a grudge that dates back to 2006. but, y'know, it's also kind of fine to hold grudges for petty reasons sometimes... I'll say it: I support valentino's god-given right to just find some of these guys kinda annoying. not everything has to be an epic feud. sometimes guys just have a little mental list of past transgressions where each individual item is kinda small and silly but they're also literally never going to forget about each of them and they haven't forgiven anything even if it's been well over a decade... you know how it is

[starskipper]

Still working on making this blog

but its going to have tips on things like padding tucking packing binding making or buying breast forms packers binders and things like that

i want to make it clear this is for anyone who wants to read or try it and you dont have to be a certain label to read or try any of this its open for everyone

originally i would just send anons to our trans experience type blogs but i want a place to actually organize this stuff and make it a little more easy to find

all of that being said i wont really have a dni people dont really listen to those things anyway and i dont see the point in tryin to gatekeep this blog because it is just about spreading information

the way ill handle anything hurtful is if i get a reblog or ask or anon or reply thats harmful ill just delete and block i dont plan on arguing or making a public blocklist

lastly im not equip to handle heavy vents i can give advice about the topic of this blog and things related to it but if it gets to complicated or if the questions get to me i wont answer them i can only handle so much

ok i lied when i typed lastly theres more

im not a professional as you can tell by my superior grammar skills and how wonderfully ive structured all of this my sentences are going to be a mess and there might be typos every now and then but i am going to keep the tags coherent so people can find posts they want to see and i tend to bounce between using fancy words and sounding pretentious as hell to using slang its still me i just talk like that i guess i want to make it clear im not mad i dont touch my blogs when im mad so if im here im not mad its just how i come across over text so dont worry and also sorry about that if the tone thing bothers anyone youre free to split no hard feelings

and this isnt my main blog and im not linking my main just cause i want them to be separate so if you see this and recognize be based on how i talk dont snitch ok

one more thing im struggling to sort of summarize the tucking padding binding packing etc into one word i dont want to call it just trans tips because more people use these things like intersex non-binary genderqueer gender-fluid crossdressers cosplayers special effects makeup artists and drag performers and so so many more people plus some people just do it and dont even call it or themselves anything so im having a hard time picking just one term if anyone has ideas that would help

now to explain the tagging system: each type of whatever will be under its own tag so therell be a tucking, padding, binding, and packing tag each and also adhesives ill add more to this list when i think of it

again this is a huge work in progress so i might rework the intro at some point this is sort of a first draft

[case-one]

ok. here’s my official intro post, since hopefully i’ll be using tumblr more, and not only for shit posting LMAO

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hiiiii, my name is alex (yes it’s my middle name, no you don’t need to know my first name) and i’m a 20 year old AuDHD loser 😎

my pronouns are he/him and i’m gay and asexual (wow imagine that)

this account is officially multi fandom, i usually post about whatever my hyper fixation is, but they usually bounce between the same few things.

the fandoms i’m gonna part of are CoD (more specifically Black Ops and zombies, but i do like MW also), Left 4 Dead 2, Marvel in general but more specifically Spiderman, Resident Evil, and Sonic the Hedgehog (i basically speak in snapcube fandub references), but there’s other fandoms i’m a part of that i won’t really post about but i’ll interact w it like Silent Hill, Super Mario/Mario Kart, Hunger Games, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, and Five Nights at Freddys. i’m obviously not gonna tag all these things lol, but if yall are multi fandom too and like any of these things and wanna dm me about them please do LMAO.

my dms are always open, but i often forget to check tumblr, so if i don’t get back to you super quickly i promise im not ignoring you. asks are also open, if you wanna request any headcanon related posts i love headcanons and theory posts!

uhh anyways ill add anything else if i see a need. but otherwise thats all i have 😭

also sorry if the structure is weird 😒 idk what i’m doing

[adriabun]

angel this is your free pass ask to go ham about whatever’s on your mind w petyle. i am laying down, kicking my feet, and listening 👀

ive been sitting on this in my inbox for so long just trying to collect my thoughts and so many ppl have asked me that...now it is time.....ok

i think the thing i want to talk most about is the beginning of their relationship and what their relationship actually is ...like what about it is making me lose my marbles...i want to get all of this information out because as the ceo of petyle i need everyone to understand how they are characterised and how to correctly view their relationship. anything outside what i think is simply lies and flanderization..../hj.........

i typically default to college-age setting so thats what ill be centering on but my ideas of their dynamic can be malleable to other ages (canon, high school, post covid at a stretch etc)

pete has always been interested in kyle from a distance- theyve never really spoken, but after stan becomes a normie again after his goth stint michael points stan out at school like 'look at that conformist lol' and petes like 'yeah what a loser. also who the fuck is the guy in green.'

we've seen from basic cable where he has a crush on sophie that he isnt necessarily afraid of putting himself out there when hes interested in someone but hes kind of awkward about it. so he approaches kyle a couple of times to see what his deal is. this makes all the other goth kids INSANE like not in a negative way they r either in disbelief (michael, firkle) or think its hilarious (henrietta) that pete has a crush on kyle, he massively denies its a romantic thing tho bc hes not a gaywad...he just wants to know whats up with this guy and why hes so interesting

ngl kyle is probably suspicious or at least confused as why pete has started talking to him once hes over the initial weirdness he realises pete is kind of chill but the award palatable small talk hes trying to have with kyle is really annoying kyle def snaps at some point and asks him what the fuck pete is trying to gain out of this because its obvious hes not being himself.

pete is stubborn enough to not back down atp, hes not gonna let a conformist own him like that. so he starts being himself so much, to a degree where hes almost saying 'you wanted this, fine here you fucking go' in order to make kyle upset. but it doesnt work oh no!! kyle finds his goth eccentricities and pessimism so stupid thats its endearing!!!

nothing between them is inherently romantic or even entirely..friendly. more than anything they enjoy annoying each other in a constant loop of quips and rolled eyes. but theres just like.. something fiery underneath they wont address until they get wasted at a house party and let the alcohol do the talking

i have a habit of favouring either onesided petyle (on petes side ofc) or one that ends with a bad breakup because #stylesweep so a lot of my thoughts are biased towards that sort of ending. i just like relationship/situationship angst ok ...ive been there many times. a part of this angst is the idea that theyre each just 'the best they can get' in the moment. Pete's too internally self loathing to think kyle is actually in love with him or anything. theyre just having fun. its not serious. he refuses to think into any of it emotionally, though its kind of eating him up inside. meanwhile kyle is literally just taking it as it is. he feels a little guilty. he doesnt like pete like that (???) but he cant deny flirting and fooling around with him is fun. and also a distraction from stan getting back with wendy.

anyway thats what i have for now. let me know if anyone wants any more i guess. or any specifics about their actual relationship that i have bouncing around. idk!

[shadow-the-artist-idiot]

Anywho, taking a break from the TMA posting(i swear i'll post about more than just tma, its just clawing at my brain) to yap about my SKRUNKLY !!!! MY SILLY !!!!! MY,,, DRUMROLL PLEASE,,, SONA !!!!

Little trigger warning for Self Harm and Suicide n all that. Uh.

Though shes really more of. Just an oc at this point.

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We ignore

ANYWAYS idk if you noticed. But shes Fucked Up™️. MOST of her scars are from just absolute random bullshit i put her thru when i was younger to get anger n frustration out. So i AM trying to fix that. Once i get her backstory straight, ill make another lore dump post about this stupid motherfucker i prommy.

Anyways, fun fact, this stupid bastard was my first oc EVER!!! Shes my stupid motherfucking bastard and i love her <33

Shes AroAce(just like me fr fr), n uses she/her. For now. Itll PROBABLY stay that way, cuz ive hard her like that for a LONG time, but if i start using other pronouns then ive prolly decided that shes pangender. Like me. Sparkles.

ANYWAYS heres a few random fun facts about that stupid whore

-Shes a Living Shadow, which is my own lil custom species. Idk if I'll end up lore dumping about the species itself or not.

-She has a DAUGHTER. Her name is Melody and shes both incredibly responsible and also a menace, and we love her for it. Shes also based on an axolotl.

-Shadow was just a full on Queen for a few years, before she finally was able to pass it down to Melody. She then proceeded to be even more of an absolute bastard to make up for those years she was forced to be responsible. Shes a little chaotic motherfucker, and if you see her in the castle you better run the FUCK away.

-Shadows like. Old as hell. I dont remember exact age, but iirc shes like mid 40s. Note, this is because i was roleplaying her in a chaotic ass server with a chaotic ass timeline and i simply cannot be bothered to age her down(if i did, Melody would poof out of existence and i dont want that, i love ky fucked up little queen)

-Shadows a SHORT ass motherfucker, and contrary to the fact above this one, i DO remember how short she is. Shes 5'2", and she holds enough rage to kill 56 grown men in her small little itty bitty frame(this does not reflect irl, i am unfortunately average height)

-Funnily enough, Shadow has both the goofiest and most traumatized backstory behind her scars. Like, a LOT of her scars are from self harm/suicide attempts, but also shes missing her hand because a character of mine from a complete other universe appeared and gnawed it off(bryseis my beloved).

-Shadow pissed off the Goddess of Death so much that she made Shadoe unable to die. Now you may be asking yourself: How the fuck is this a punishment. WELL. At the time, she was INCREDIBLY suicidal. Still kinda is. At this point, its switched from a punishment to just something thats kinda there now that Shadow and Trius(goddess of death) are friends.

-Shadow canonically has a MASSIVE alcohol problem. She bounces between drinking so much she passes out, and just putting a little wine with her coffee(it tastes disgusting) (she doesnt care)

-Shadow would probably have a smoking problem too, if she knew they existed. Nobody tell her cigarettes exist.

-Shadow drinks the strongest coffee you can possibly imagine. No its not healthy. Yes she drinks it anyways. Yes its kinda necessary(she has INSANE insomnia)

Anyways uh, shadow has some silly magic,, which is why in her ref she has illusions. She can create illusions, open portals, and melt into shadows, though that last one is something all Living Shadows have.

In Living Shadow culture or whatever, scars are INCREDIBLY frowned upon. Meaning, typically, if someone has even a small scar, they'll probably be hiding it with illusion magic. Shadow does the same thing, which is why I vary between drawing her with scars and drawing her without them.

Jesus this post is long as hell, im gonna explode. Okay uh ive talked enough methinks, if you wanna art Shadow then absolutely feel free !!! Just make sure to tag me so i can reblog that shit!!!

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hiiii!! trans masc anon here! i noticed in a post you made recently you were asking for horny prongsfoot thoughts AND HERE I AM!!!! recently ive been thinking more about the breeding kink thing from before and i had a thought like what if james DOES know you can still get pregnant when youre on T so he takes a contraceptive potion everyday (no magical condoms bc uhhh he likes creampies too much JASDJFGAJSHG) but anyway one day he and sirius are just messing around and it gets heated and they LITERALLY ALMOST FUCK like sirius has his dick ALMOST pushing into james' hole EXCEPT EXCEPT EXCEPT james is like wait holy fuck i forgot to take my contraceptive potion today looool (<- is really so bad at remembering to take it) and sirius' dick TWITCHES OKAY and because james is an asshole (and bc hes equally as turned on by this) he IMMEDIATELY figures out sirius' breeding kink and then after that its like ... a fantasy of theirs like during sex one of them (usually james) will pretend to have 'forgotten' his potion (sirius knows hes only pretending really) like 'ohhh i forgot to take my potion today :( guess ill have to be bred then' and sirius just. LOSES it every time. and then there are also times when james was in a rush in the morning and DID actually literally forget to take his potion so when theyre messing around in classrooms or between classes in the room of requirement of something they REALLY REALLY have to weigh getting pregnant vs being horny BC THEY WANT TO FUCK SOOO BADLY. THEY CANT. JAMES DIDNT TAKE HIS POTION. at one point they just look at each other (<- so horny theyre being idiots) 'is it soooo bad if i get knocked up? i mean ... like ill get really hot sex from it. and im like. so horny rn' and sirius is like GENUINELY CONFLICTED ABOUT THIS. <- teenagers who are genuinely sincerely debating whether getting pregnant would be worth it if they get to hit it raw.

I just had to write you a little something in response:

NSFW under the cut

James’ breath hitched as his back hit the wall of the broom closet, Sirius pressing open mouthed kisses along his throat, their hands groping every inch of skin they can find. Darkness fell around them. James said a quick spell to add light to the confined space. Sirius grabbed the back of his thighs and hoisted him up so that James’ legs wrapped around his hips. In no time, they had their trousers shoved down far enough to leave their crotches bare.

James swore against Sirius’ lips when he felt a familiar pressure rub the length of his cunt; hard, wet and unbearably hot. Finally, Sirius’ cock sunk into him in a singular thrust. James gasped and clawed at his clothed back. When Sirius bottomed out with a groan, James froze.

He clenched around his cock in apprehension, and Sirius’ dick pulsed deep inside him.

“Alright, Prongs?”

James looked into his searching eyes. “I forgot my contraceptive potion this morning,” he said.

Sirius stilled as well.

James felt his dick twitch. He raised his eyebrows. “Does this turn you on?”

“What? Of course no—” Sirius said, but then James rocked his hips experimentally and Sirius’ voice was cut short by a quiet moan.

“I could get pregnant,” James reminded him, hips still moving in little circles that stirred the cock in his cunt. The movement sparked stars beneath his eyelids, made him curl his toes in pleasure. “Do you really fancy a kid at eighteen?”

Sirius’ grip tightened on James’ thighs. He thrusted up three times in quick succession, crotch slapping against his arse. Due to gravity, James could do nothing but hang there and take it, mouth and cunt wide open.

“It’s never stopped you before, has it?” Sirius said almost viciously. “You knew you forgot to take it, and yet you dragged me in here anyway to get fucked.” He continued the pace he’d set a few moments prior, bouncing James on his cock, who was growing increasingly wet. Without a doubt his arousal was dripping onto the floor and staining the front of Sirius’ trousers. The thought only made him hornier. “It sounds like you enjoy this,” Sirius continued. “You enjoy the risk of me knocking you up.”

“Whatever— ah— you like I like, Padfoot.” James gasped at a particularly deep thrust. “Don’t pretend that you didn’t start this.”

“Oh, so I was the one who made you stop taking your potions?” Sirius scoffed. He grabbed James’ hips and continued moving him up and down like he was no more than a cock sleeve. Every time he pushed in till the hilt, James could feel the head of his cock punch against his cervix, causing him to tighten up. “Merlin’s tits,” Sirius hissed. “Any tighter and you’ll snap my prick in two.”

James smirked. He clenched his hole again just to hear Sirius’ breath hitch and feel his grip falter. “Put me down,” he demanded. “I want you to stick it in from behind.”

Sirius obliged. He yanked him off his cock like a sword from a sheath. James grimaced at the sensation; he was already so sensitive. Then, he turned around and spread his legs as far as the trousers pooling at his feet would allow. Sirius gripped his hips again. He wasted no time; he tapped his cock against James’ hole and slid in.

James moaned. He suddenly remembered why he loved this position so much: every thrust meant Sirius’ bollocks would smack his own prick, providing that delicious stimulation he needed to come.

Sirius tongued the side of his neck, cold hands scratching his stomach and squeezing his chest. At some point they wandered down to where their bodies were connected and began feeling James where his skin was stretched tautly around his thrusting cock. Then, he began rubbing James’ dick furiously.

James’ orgasm hit him like a train. He came with his hands braced on the wall, panting and full of Sirius until Sirius, too, came with a grunt. A rush of liquid warmth filled him up and dripped down his thighs. He watched in satisfaction as the milky white spunk stained his brown skin. He felt satisfied in a debased, primal sort of way.

“Maybe a kid or two is fine,” James said.

Sirius responded by spinning him around and hitching one leg on his hip, ready for round two.